27/02-2007
Guid thou, who gie me comfort
Hark to heart thine and mine
‘Twas twae who spake of love of sort
Which ye, humans, call divine
Hark my lover, hark my friend!
And I to tell thee of my doom
To walk, to fly, to ne’er end
The search of truths in gloom
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Only those, who my heart stand near
And theyr fayre eyes are opened for
My conscious of the ne’er ending Fear
Of faults, with which I walk
If thou, who my friend is called
Beheld my flight o’er human kind
Would thou see the foolishness of those
Who crawl on earth, wi’ decaying mind?
My bright friend, who’ll ne’er leave
See my soul – a murky piece of art to know
Shattered, torn in pieces small. Believe,
And see a picture, a puzzle of Unknown
On auld vast wisdom do I stumble
Wolf and Raven pass my sight
And my shallow mind do crumble
When I them follow into night
